Right now it seems O.K. Oh, wait...no, it's alright. That was just a belch. I am typing now. I...am...typin...dammit! The screen keeps screwing up and turning orange. Where is the mouse thingy prompt something? My ears are ringing. Now it's speeding up. I see myself in a dining room, but I'm much older and I'm eating freeze dried prunes. Why am I still wearing a spacesuit? The guy with the prunes doesn't need one. Now I'm a really old man, and my hands are shaking as I reach for a Pop-Tart. Is that me? Did I pass through some crazy doorway while seeking naked breasts online? All of this psychedelic free-thought cowshit is confusing...will someone give me my FreeOnes password so I can get out of this trippy fucking ordeal? Awww, never mind now. I'm a fucking space fetus.